Poems: 110321 - March 11th, 2021

070321A
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The absolute 
comes as defeat 
heaped over top 
the abyss 
filled in 
achievements
plunge line deep
looks down. 

Nothing 
ever comes 
out of it
past dead drop 
listen for
dulled thud echo
sounding 
deep holes. 

It is always 
types of order 
detaches heads
from feet 
discards the possible 
to cumming 
in between
pairs of shoes. 

Great expectations 
concerning much 
ado about failure
gone blues rage 
spread uniforms 
and wide stretched 
arches of vague 
along horizon blur. 

Forms of service 
stripes of love 
and given up
choice bits
parted ways 
ends the same
dulled down 
usual positions. 

I dreamt 
that it was all 
exactly arranged 
backwards 
the day before 
random collided 
finality 
with finality. 

We made things 
that were different 
from those things
we wanted to make
in vain hopes 
it might catch on
the way drugs find 
their own addicts. 
 
All turned over 
inside out 
along the drip 
leaked wishes 
accumulates 
eye pools 
turned septic 
at street side. 

Taking it out 
once a week 
to line it up 
bound prisoners 
ending shot 
bodies dumped
blue truck 
crawl of boulevard.  

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090321A
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Wanted to write 
maybe say 
pretty things 
that cannot be 
beyond pastime 
imaginary living. 

We cannot ever
live that way 
anywhere anymore 
pushed around 
by angel wings 
and common gossip. 

It is impossible 
when selecting 
from a button push 
range of endings
played juke box 
compressed spacetime. 

Too little space 
to keep anything 
large enough 
to really matter 
in the stray thoughts
of passing voyeurs. 

We flutter out 
into the catacomb
starry nights 
filled with sad 
drums sounded 
eternities of losses. 

Carefully collected
museum specimens
preserved and kept 
suggestive scrapes 
along layers reveal 
our excavated lives. 

Wasted time 
wondered in 
and wandered
fantasy passages 
of never in mind 
past and wishful.

I am I 
and you are not you 
meshes somewhere 
in the afternoon 
break down 
machine clatter. 

Disappearing 
beyond completely 
would be better 
than linger locked 
into cold soup 
usual stories. 

Never is 
what it seems 
down into the core 
corrupted being 
begins its stink
aged table scraps.

Slow decay 
particle imagination 
scandals striking 
at the clock faces 
until they caves 
their confessions. 

The nerve wracked 
staggering out 
into a blind light 
full of guilty 
feelings of late 
and early. 

The tribe gone 
leaving unkind 
and other savages 
to usual hunts 
chasing various  
alien brutalities. 

Seems the intent 
of ending it all 
entirely uncivilized 
tormented lonely
dredging the bowels 
of understanding. 

It won't be 
today or any day 
in all their rush 
going forward 
across stepping stones 
of the usual lies. 

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110321A
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Impatience is Spring 
leaping forward 
cannot seem to wait 
time of year.

Makes victim
seasonal bringing 
ever faster  
varieties of wanting. 

Desires are going 
but feelings gone 
too fast over
turned the dirt. 

Winds play
melancholy 
across wild wave 
bursts of trees. 

Realizing 
we might have risen 
from our graves 
in some other place. 

My melting away
as ground thaw
into conscious 
of a Winter wake. 

Brow furrows 
soon spread across
the landscape waiting 
for corn maidens. 

There is too much
that is dormant 
weary of forever push
against the soil. 

Soon it will seem 
everyone else 
blossoming 
and turning heads. 

I will go and look 
for the one 
who was never there 
during better days. 
 
A ritual 
performed regularly
in a lost count 
of wishful years. 

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110321B
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Whatever it was 
in the might have been 
among heaped up 
and various differences 
never found the one 
that made the difference. 

Emptied out packages
and various wraps 
imprinted with ideas 
proving nothing 
beyond it never did 
ever work that way. 

It never really worked 
any way at all 
despite the effort put in 
in the up and down 
back and forth routine 
cruelty of meaning. 

A scrawl of word 
fallen off from the lips 
and dragged around 
drab brown apple core
city scrape along 
semblances of harmony. 

You never invited 
and I do not really know 
who you really are 
but I met other people
in the great pretend 
as to that being enough. 

I used to get around 
but not anymore 
having learned  it all 
far too well 
as to never 
catching your eye. 

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110321C
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We are moved over
from one to another
lame category 
that takes us over 
into more generic 
and less truly personal. 

Made to pretend 
at any out pouring 
we are always more 
generic in our passions 
as to any exchange 
for sparse rewards. 

Becoming the shells 
of what we once were 
in the ever constancy 
that empties out 
but never anything 
put back into it again. 

Crossing the landscapes 
marred with desires 
that are wanting to go 
where I know you 
being someone 
who invaded my dreams. 

I know that you live
in one of those houses 
along one of those roads
that stretch into forever 
though I never know 
where and which one. 

I would stop there 
to spend some time 
if I knew where
but you did not tell me
where that is permitted
and where that is not. 

If I knew where 
we might spend the time
everything might be 
so very different 
the way it is in dreams 
of real possibilities.  

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110321D
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A put on 
convincing show 
of whatever it is 
turned to current 
and standard 
conditioned  
to normal. 

We don't really
live here 
anymore 
at our fixed forms
of address 
and being regular 
strangers. 

A living space
made up 
by arrangement
for no one 
might be special 
and curled up 
among cushions. 

Never never 
worked out 
beyond refrain 
gathering any 
pretty things 
and decorated 
paper hangings. 

Never got 
any right stuff 
brassy buttoned 
and ornaments 
that appeals 
ribbons 
teeth and hair. 

Only a stuffing 
knocked out 
to worked over
rag tag worn
at over blown
nothing much 
is left to say. 

Corner store 
sorted out 
conversations
get replayed 
same old 
commercial
tedium's tease.

What I wanted 
to show you 
you did not want
to ever see 
and that said 
you were looking 
for someone else. 

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